Unravel Me (Shatter Me, #2)

by Tahereh Mafi

Warner whose first name is no longer a mystery, Adam whose last name isn’t actually Kent. Kent is his middle name, Adam said to me. He said he didn’t want to have anything to do with his father and never told people his real last name. He has that much, at least, in common with his brother.

And I think, Wow, I did it. I actually managed to die of a stroke at age 17.

“I don’t get it.” I tilt my head at him, confused. “You want to remind yourself to catch on fire?” He smiles, presses back a laugh. “A handful of letters doesn’t always make a word, love.”

“Such unfortunate language.” Warner shakes his head. “Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary.”

We can hide in a cupboard under the stairs our whole life and it’ll still find us.

He’s alive. He’s breathing. “Holy crap.” Adam is gaping. “Holy shit.” “Good to see you too, Kent.” Kenji grins a crooked grin. He nods at me. “You ready to kick some ass today?” I tackle him. “WHOA—hey—thank you, yeah—that’s—uh—”

IM LAUGHING SO HARD AT THIS AHAHA

SIXTY-SEVEN

but he’s doing a damn good job of confusing the hell out of me.